"Damn it, Morrison! Why the hell are those two here?" Dante asked with his usual eloquence as he glared at the two women on the other side of the room.
"They're here because I got a call from someone asking to see all three of you," the mustached man said sitting on the couch.
The two women in question were standing over by the pool table, both holding queue sticks, snorted. The taller of the two, Trish, leaned over the table to line up a shot while her shorter companion, Lady, glared at the white haired man. After Trish finished her shot Lady took hers before turning to Dante. Her heterochromatic eyes took on a dark gleam as she leaned against the table.
"Really, Dante, it's almost like you don't want us here," she said smirking softly.
"Well, Lady, Trish, I really don't want you here. Whenever you two are involved shit ends badly for me," Dante said leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the desk. "That and I usually end up owning you people more money by the end of it than I can pay back."
That had both women laughing and smiling deviously. They were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Dante sat up a little straighter when he saw the pretty blond in the doorway while the other occupants of the room just stared. Stepping in the blond let the door swing shut behind her as she looked around the room.
"I'm sorry. Was I interrupting something?" she asked head tilted to the side a bit, her silver and gold eyes twinkling slightly.
"Yeah. So beat it lady, we're waiting for someone and don't have time for you," Lady hissed her two tone eyes narrowing slightly.
"Lady! Be nice! She's here for a reason," Dante said getting up from his desk. "Right, miss?"
The woman smiled at him before she spoke again, "You're all waiting for someone who called and asked to see the three of you right? Someone who asked for all of you by name correct?"
The last part had been directed at Morrison and the man nodded slowly. He'd told the others the details of the phone call but only after he'd gotten them all together. It was highly unlikely that this woman had overheard him talking. Dante and Trish would have noticed her, right?
"Yeah but, if you don't mind my asking, how did you know that?" Morrison asked rising slowly from the couch.
"Why, I was the one who called you."
"Impossible. The person on the other end of the phone was a man. I'm certain of it," Morrison said folding his arms across his chest as he glared at the woman.
She blinked before looking down at herself and smacking her fore head, "Silly me. I forgot about my spell."
"Spell? What spell?" Dante asked suddenly on edge, a quick glance at Trish and Lady found the two of them in a similar state.
"My glamour spell, Dante. It hides my true appearance as well as my voice. I forgot to take it down before I walked in," the blond said her voice dropping a couple octaves as she spoke. "Oh well. Better late than never."
With that the woman snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. A glowing silver seal appeared at her feet, spinning slightly. Flicking her wrist up the woman pulled the seal from the floor. As it rose her appearance changed dramatically. Her outfit went from a long tiered black skirt, black and silver ankle boots, and a white top with a red infinity scarf around her neck to knee high black leather boots, dark blue skinny jeans with silver stitching, and a dark red fitted shirt with a high collar and no sleeves. The sleeveless shirt showed off an elegant Asian dragon tattoo winding around her arm with the tail starting at the back of her middle finger and winding around her arm, over her shoulder, and up the side of her neck (you could just barely see the horns over the shirt's high collar). The biggest change though was the fact that "she" was actually a "he". His short blond hair framed his face elegantly, the bangs being the longest part and just barely reaching his chin.
Smiling softly the man raised a hand to his hair and raked his long fingers through it. The others watched, stunned, as the short blond strands lengthened and darkened with a single sweep of his hand. Now instead of short blond hair that didn't go past his ears he had long dark brown hair that fell to his knees in a single sheet. His bangs had also lengthened to the point of brushing his collar bones. Looking around the room his silver and gold eyes (the only thing that hadn't changed) twinkling softly.
"Is this better?" he asked, voice considerably deeper and decidedly more masculine.
"Well, now you kind of match what I was expecting…" Morrison began slowly.
The man smiled softly at them before speaking again, "Glad I meet your expectations then. Now can I ask you to hear me out?"
"Sure but before that; who the hell are you?" Lady asked, snapping out of her daze first.
"How silly of me, I know who you all are but you don't know who I am. I'm sorry," he said folding one arm across his chest while the other placed a finger at the corner of his mouth. "My name is Chronus. Chronus Grace. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
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Me: Tada! There is chapter one! Next comes the fun part (for Chronus anyway). *evil laugh* I hope you all decide stop stick around 'cause things are gonna get interesting. See you all next time! Scyler out!